Inside a room reflecting

There's a fire inside of me
trapped and building up
smoke's thickening progressively
with all my pores shut

how will i let it out?
i'm afraid you will not understand
what's inside of me is fire
but for you is my flame pain or warmth?

for you i would suffocate in secrecy
for you i would burn the walls dramatically

Poetry- \ˈpō-ə-trē, -i-trē (n)

Like a dagger of words
to free man from slavery
cuts the imprisoning ropes
and let it sail through liberty

like flame bound to rage
illuminating the dark cold night
amidst the garden of words
blooming but just a front in sight

like the hand of god
touched the dead, now is alive
like a pit of consciousness
enlightened as you dive

like a gift
it makes you free
like a curse
binded to helotry

like bridges and doors it stands
away from the wrath behind
a sweet escape you write
from the dungeon of your mind

by
"the drifted"
and
"lilith"

the apple amidst the garden of eden

what have i done for you to say those things?
i tried to tell you my reasons just to make you stay
now death awaits while my soul mourns and sings
my mouth is shut can you come back here today?

those words you uttered have wings
it took me away, it took me so high
the fall felt eternal
your mouth is shut
and i think i can't make it today

time is cruel i have a doubt
i'm locked here for your denial and deception
my mouth is shut with words left to shout
give me hope not to weep. show me redemption

trust is crucial i have a doubt
your hand is the key and my hand is the lock
if we'll open this door, we never know what's behind
tell me, are you up for it?

whatever there is, i am not sure
but every last bit of strength i'll give
my love for you, so powerful... so pure
desperate for you not to leave

purity let it be
maybe we're fire and water in harmony
this passion will blind us of what's behind
this time we don't have to fear inside

on second thought, enough of this... no more
i foresee a complicated life
this is rotten down from the very core
loving my best friend's wife


by
"the drifted"
and
"lilith"

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...is transcending

For a second i thought i was blind
'til your face colored this blank canvass in my eyes
all the rules and principles i held in my mind
all of the sudden they became seas of sand and lies
circumstances made this heart and the winter bind
but the moment you opened your mouth the coldness inside me died

your skin is a leap of faith
your lips are beyond
your breath surpassed my skin through the soul
you are love
and you know who you are

dota is escape!

close. open.


close. open.


to open up..


and just be closed shut..


close. open.


close. open.

The treaty between him and him alone

How can we ever forgive ourselves?
we lowered our guard
when we know it's the devil's hand
i used to tap it away
the view alone was nauseating
but what's this?
a handshake to seal the deal?
we have betrayed ourselves once more

don't lose yourself
don't lose to yourself

on your way home
you'll be chased by your conscience
before sleeping
you'll be hunted by your consciousness

i dare you to face the mirror
i dare you to look at the error
i dare you to confront the faux you

when our soul age
there's this light that will always illuminate
at the end of the day
you'll realize
you can't run away from yourself

Or should i say gaze inside of me

Divine intervention it is -- i claimed
ideas of you i appreciate
an icing on cake you are not
"never will your beautiful hands be blemished"
a promise of me

Leaked out of me was notes and notes
alignment of the stars you see at night
on and on for you and me they sing

Cradles me back to sleep
how i wish it is you i'll see
enchanted while dreaming
not a single second i'll miss
gaze above and you'll see

every star have a secret
watch them fall
vertically
a revelation will be whispered

Other half: the dictator

Let the instigation begin

Upon checking your vitals
i realized -- this body needs a dictator
this pumping vessel sends compassion
flooding and overloading this system
hence making this citadel walls feeble
that a provoking word can reduce it to its downfall

how can i get this to stop?
we'll be beaten with this beating

better be a slave of the tyrant
and be the marionette
rather than to be the weak

So the ruler with the iron fist pleaded
all of you
hand me your strings, will you?

(a reply to "this armistice" by treos)

Other half: panacea

Let the instigation begin.

Though I am the captain within these walls,
You were the one who inculculated all that I ever knew.
I tried to surpass this feat;
And break away each time.

My instincts never failed.
It inveighed me to cut the tradition.
You hear what the screaming is all about.
You feel the rage pumping out;
Sending an unfamiliar route,
To search for the missing piece.

You tell what to do, but I act on it.
Control. When all the right things have left us ill-fated.
I suppose you get stranded in your own bitter realm;
And you get tired, but I keep on waiting.

They say, mind over matter;
I say, the heart is all that matters.

A panacea, for the untouchables.

BY PATTY CABRERA
a reply to "this armistice" by the receiving end of sirens

Hymns inside a trial court

In time of crisis
every fingers will stretch even for a mile
to wrap around people who's under us
abuse your power to brand
to channel all faults at hand
the innocent seems to be the filthy
the hunted hides quietly
in the shadows of the overshadowed words
around the round table
there are no eye contacts made
leaving visions unparalleled to each other
as the conductor strikes his cue
everybody sings in no unison:
"my hands are free from blood"

Dialogue

At first, i thought i'm addicted to the coffee
every inch in my body shouts for caffeine
it seemed unquenchable
until i realized it's the talk with my friends that's pulling me here
every cell of my body is crying for another dialogue
but still yeah
coffee's great!

Wipe your mouth to cover up

We shake in fear of the unknown
what's inside of that throat of yours
they bow to our critics and push the button
our foul shadows gush out
and sucked into the hearing sink
it makes them taller and eager
they spit it like it's their own
they puke it yet their's stinks more
The blurry sight for wanting a greater height
what makes us dizzy
treat it then
to circumvent this feeling
in secrecy shoot them down